All I had on was a pair of overalls and a faded blue cotton blouse and me “as-is” underneath. With such a slim margin of safety to go on I probably would have withdrawn but for Nelson.
“Don’t think you’d better try, Skipper,” he said.
As usual, opposition made me stubborn.
“What’s the reason I hadn’t? Gimme cards!” and I plumped myself down.
Swede dealt me a hand. The cards were so dirty and worn and sticky with tobacco juice that it was hard to keep them separate in my hand.
“Ante up, Skipper,” said Oleson.
I looked at my hand; I didn’t even have a pair, but I wasn’t going to let them bluff me out.
“One leg of my overalls,” I piped up.
All except Swede laid down their cards.
“Ain’t you takin’ a chance?” said Nelson, looking at Swede’s drawers.